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The white smoothness swallowed the boy's steps. In a sigh, one step, in an exhale, a second. Blinked once, coughed twice, eyes treacherously watery three. He has to get there, the warmth is very close. The snow swirls faster, faster, faster. There is too much of it. The boy can't feel his feet, only

The merry go round

Deine Präsens bringt mit Frieden.mit dir in Tagträume verfallen,für einen schwichtigen Moment in Sicherheit wiegen.Gut und Böse zwei Gegensätze die aufeinander prallen,Unsere Welten sind maßlos verschieden.suche eigentlich nach einem Bellizist,Doch kannst du dein agonistisches Verhalten besiegen?Wen

Bellizist liebt Pazifist

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————She wasn't like a rose growing in a field blessed by DemeterShe was a fighterShe picked the most broken placesTo bless themWith her own.And oh how she grewIn the grasp of death and hollow(ironically)These w

Flower girl

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————Oh my darling little flowerAll the screams that thee devourSneaking up on you in silencePainting beautiful this violence.Accepting the sinsAnd the tragediesBlossoming;Disregarding your soon-to-be agonies.Strike me!Rip me!.If I should ever

Cause all I am is beauty

——————————————————————————————————————————————I am scared of pretendingCause what if I no longer fit in?Hate the nicest things I doCause what if the crowd begins to boo?.No longer clapTheir hands in excitementLetting me stand there aloneIn frightment.Nobody laughing at my jokeEverybody went home the

This is me trying

——————————————————————————————————————————————There's the girl, just skin and bonesThe spark in her eyes long long goneThe cuts on porcelain red and darkShe opens her mouth but doesn't know where to start.— Stares at her drink; hoping to get an answerScars eating her up like cancer —.Oh, it's the po

Liquor loose tongues

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————My drink as heavy as my garmentsAnd as empty as my heartIf there was a dandelion nearOh, I would wish for a better ending.But I never step on the right branchesAlways falling relentlessMy own thoughts pulling me downMy tears

Ophelia's fate

——————————————————————————————————————————————To all the wordsI never spokeI was too weakI had no hope..To all the opportunitiesI never tookAnd which I never gaveA second look..To all the wordsI never spoke.I value you.Every single one..———————————————————————————————————————————————.....———————————

~Artist's curse~

———————————————————————————————————————————————Lately, everything has been so tiringJust a repeating circle of getting up and waiting for lifeLooking forward to sleep againIn my constant state of detain.Cause nothing really has a meaningIn this endless spiral of beingCause while you live to work and

tired

The funny thing about anxiety (and by funny, I mean the most f*ucked up, annoying thing) is, that at a certain point, you get anxious about being anxious. It sounds weird, but I can explain.It is like in a horror film, when the characters move slower and the music becomes creepier and you realize th

The Funny Thing About Anxiety - Part I

I met a poet in a bar once.I sat next to him, ordered my drink, ready for another night in blissful fog when he turned around.„You like your liquor?“„Excuse me?“He pointed at my glass. „Do you like your liquor?“ If I said yes, he would think I was an alcoholic. If I said no, well, it would be a lie.

The L in life

… continuation from My Poltergeist - Part IIt might be the virus that locked us into our rooms like kids who misbehaved and now have to think about what they did. It might be those dark winter days that steal every bit of sunlight, before I even get the chance to see it. It might be those special ne